Baroni, make your statement.

Later on Mr.Cecil can avenge it." Cecil never moved; once his eyes went to Rockingham with a look of yearning, grateful, unendurable pain; but it was repressed instantly; a perfect passiveness was on him.

The Jew smiled.
"My statement is easily made, and will not be so new to this gentleman as it was to your lordship.

I simply charge the Honorable Bertie Cecil with having negotiated a bill with my firm for 750 pounds on the 15th of last month, drawn in his own favor, and accepted at two months' date by your lordship.

Your signature you, my Lord Marquis, admit to be a forgery--with that forgery I charge your friend!" "The 15th!" The echo of those words alone escaped the dry, white lips of Cecil; he showed no amaze, no indignation; once only, as the charge was made, he gave in sudden gesture, with a sudden gleam, so dark, so dangerous, in his eyes, that his comrade thought and hoped that with one moment more the Jew would be dashed down at his feet with the lie branded on his mouth by the fiery blow of a slandered and outraged honor.